All Of A Writer That Matters Is

But They Never Last, The Golden Days. And It Can Be Sad, The Sun In The Afternoon, Can't It? Yes, It Can Be Sad, The Afternoon Sun, Sad And Frightening.

As It Was In The Beginning, ... Is Now, And Ever Shall Be, World Without End.

Everything Tender And Melancholy - As Life Is Sometimes, Just For One Moment.

Something In Her Brain That Still Remained Calm Told Her That She Was Doing A Very Foolish Thing Indeed.

Age Seldom Arrives Smoothly Or Quickly. It's More Often A Succession Of Jerks.